"Billy the king"
Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink
To Billy the king, the king, the king,
The creator of the greatest team,
For he invented professional football,
And this year we'll win the league.
Now Gerry Byrne,
Refused a tourniquet,
When he's broken his collarbone,
And they just rubbed on medicinal compound,
And Gerry goes marching on, on, ON!
Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink
To Billy the king, the king, the king,
The creator of the greatest team,
For he invented professional football,
And this year we'll win the league.
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To the tune of That's Amore
When he runs down the wing
You can hear the Kop sing
Billy Liddell!
When he runs through to score
You can hear the Kop roar
Billy Liddell
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Bil-ly Lid-dell
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Poem by Wooltonian
When your maker calls your name,
He will not ask if you won or lost,
But how you played the game.
and believe me when I say
"Boy, did Billy play the game"